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[17 Nov 2004|12:19am] |
The vampire slid as he rounded the sharp corner, his shoes losing traction on the sand that had blown across the pavement. He caught himself on one hand and took off down the sidewalk. Ten paces behind, Rhiannon was running just as hard. She reached out a hand to grab the corner of a building, saving herself from the same fall, and continued her pursuit. Up ahead, her prey burst through a pair of women, startling yelps from them as they hit the concrete. The Slayer leapt over them and kept going, her feet pounding the ground as she increased her pace. This one could not get away.
He dodged between a row of parked cars and headed across Main Street. A car slammed on brakes and honked, barely missing the vampire. Just as the driver started to creep forward again, he was forced to stop as Rhiannon's boot hit the hood of his car. "Watch it!" he yelled out the window at her retreating back.
Behind the Mercantile, Rhiannon made her move, diving for his back and bringing them both to the ground. He landed hard and immediately tossed her off his body. Rhiannon hit the ground on her haunches, but managed to get to her feet before he could stand. She delivered a sharp kick to his ribcage, flipping him over onto his back. Before he could recover, she dropped a knee onto his diaphragm and pulled a knife from her boot. Rhiannon lodged the blade beneath his chin and grabbed his jaw in one hand. Dark brown eyes narrowed as she studied the mark on the vampire's forehead. After a moment, she met his yellow eyes. "You know what I'm looking at. Talk."
The vampire sneered at the Slayer for a few seconds before spitting. The liquid landed on her collarbone. Rhiannon looked down at the dripping mess and ground her teeth together. "Not too bright." She lifted the knife to his ear, slicing the lobe off in one clean stroke. The knife returned to his neck. As the vampire growled in rage and pain, Rhiannon leaned down, grabbing the tail of the vampire's shirt with her free hand and wiping the spit from her skin. Afterwards, she picked up the detached ear and tucked it in the vampire's breast pocket. "I can see we're not getting anywhere. Yet."
Rhiannon reached into her pocket and pulled her cell phone free. She flipped through her contacts and selected a number. As the voicemail played, she held the struggling vampire down. "Connor, it's Rhiannon. I've found what we were looking for. I'm about to chain him up in the abandoned shack on Hobson Street. Give me a call and we'll meet up. I'm sure we can think of inventive ways to make him talk. Bye."
Rhiannon closed her phone and contemplated the vampire for a moment before slamming a fist into his face.
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| Gainfully Employed |
[17 Nov 2004|12:50am] |
In a dim Las Vegas bar at the corner of Main and Fremont Streets, a man with dirty-blonde hair sat nursing his third beer. From time to time, he'd lift one hand to the nape of his neck and rub it back and forth, as if attempting to release a knot of tension that refused to budge. His faded tshirt and jeans marked him as working class-- definitely not a high roller and far from a tourist-- but that was acceptable in this establishment. The cigarette between his fingers burned low, the ashes threatening to fall at any given moment. He reached up and rubbed his thumb and index fingers beneath his reddened eyes.
As the bartender offered him a fourth beer, the man shook his head and waved him off. "Nah, man, thanks." He discarded his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and reached into his hip pocket. A brown wallet surfaced, and he pulled a few crumpled bills from within and tossed them on the bartop. The last of his beer was drained down his throat.
At the rear of the room, in one particularly darkened corner, the project supervisor named Monty watched Hayden at the bar. Monty was forever on the look-out for expendable labor, and the man at the counter fit the bill. Tired eyes, disheveled appearance, a few empty mugs of beer, and a very thin wallet. Monty gestured for Dale, his second in command, to look in Hayden's direction. Dale gave a curt nod and moved to Hayden's side, sliding a business card in front of him. A few words were spoken, and a thumb indicated the corner behind the pair. Hayden's hazel eyes searched over his shoulder and located Monty, though his features were indistinguishable. Hayden nodded at Dale and slid off the stool before moving towards the back corner. He approached the table slowly, tucking his wallet back into his pocket as he went.
Monty's dark hand reached into the circle of light illuminating the table and pointed at the opposite chair. Hayden took a seat, keeping his expression well in check. Wary but curious. His palms went to his denim-clad thighs and rested there. Dale stood just behind Hayden's back as Monty, the demon in charge of the excavation at the tunnel, leaned forward to reveal himself. Hayden allowed his eyes to widen in surprise and attempted to rise from his seat. Dale's hand pressed down on one shoulder and Monty slid a handful of green bills onto the table. "Let's talk, shall we?"
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| Needling, Part 1 |
[17 Nov 2004|11:00am] |
Tyler's boots tread across the hard ground beneath them. As he walked, his mind wandered to the recent matters that weighed on his heart. The late evening was always a good time for reflecting, and Tyler had needed to get out of the house, and away from the town. He stopped for a moment on top of a hill, looking at the vastness that spread before him. Below him, not too far, was the tiny town of Searchlight, Tyler's newfound home.
A bit below Tyler, a woman stepped from within the shadows of an opening in the rock face. In her hand, she carried a velvet pouch filled with the spoils of her trip into the caves. Once outside, Star looked up, towards the sound of footsteps climbing higher on the rocks. A slow smile of recognition passed over her features. Tyler. Star bent to pick up a small rock from the ground and lobbed it at his back. As soon as it made impact, she shielded her eyes with one hand and called, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were stalking me."
Tyler recognized the voice immediately. The words floated through the air as he turned softly to the direction the voice came from. Seeing Star standing there, he grinned and replied, "Well, I'm glad you know better."
Star crossed her arms, and the small bag dangled in the air. "Huh." Her eyebrows lifted to give him an indignant look that seemed to say, 'is that right?' "Well if that's the case, how do you explain those binoculars in your pocket?" She pointed towards his pants, waiting for him to glance down before smirking. "Made you look."
Tyler nodded and chuckled as he realized he had fallen for it. He was glad he hadn't brought his gear to hunt the small band of demons he had been watching on this side of the town; that would have required explaining. "You're just too clever for me," he replied.
"I get that a lot," she said, nodding with a bemused look. Star unfolded her arms and began to climb the short distance between herself and Tyler. Upon seeing the view of town, she scrunched up her nose. "Ugh. Thinking of jumping?"
( Noble Endeavors )
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[17 Nov 2004|04:17pm] |
William had been sitting around for too long. With no sign of Destiny or Emmeline since Des had gone to pick up some books for him, he was starting to worry. Still, if they were together, they couldn't get in too much trouble. But he was at ends, and he wanted to do something. So, he figured he could go and visit the one person who could hopefully calm him down. He had driven out, and had just arrived at Jordan's door. Reaching it, he knocked.
Jordan's hand moved to turn the hot water tap of her shower off as she heard the knock at her door. She stepped out and wrapped a white towel around her and she spared no moment to dry her hair even a little as she hurried to the door. Jordan of course, dripped all over the carpet but it was cheap anyways so what did it matter? She was suddenly cursing her choice in locks as she fiddled with them. Her gun was on the desk not too far from where she was, just in case. You never knew.
( Catching up )
( Your Chariot awaits )
( Dinner and a Show )
( The Hotel (R-rated) )
( Confessions )
Jordan nodded her head, that could answer a lot of her unanswered questions. Especially about Chuck. She rested into William's hold and fell silent for the moment.
William held her, not wanting to break the comfortable silence. These moment had been few and far between in his life even before everything that had happened five years before, and now that he had found them again, he didn't want them to end.
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| Moving On |
[17 Nov 2004|05:41pm] |
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Dominick picked up the phone and dialed. He heard the clicking always generated by an overseas call and sighed heavily. His knuckles were white from his grip on the receiver.
It seemed an eternity before the phone rang, and was answered on the other side of the ocean.
"Hullo, Mr. Young here."
Dominick swallowed the lump in his throat before stating the one sentence that said it all. "It is finished." Then he replaced the receiver, not waiting to hear his father's response.
When that task was complete, Dominick pulled out his journal and grabbed a pen.
Is it finished? The task is complete, but the sorrows and the guilt run deep.
My Slayer, Kris, needs me now. I need to contact William and Matthew in regards to her sleepwalking and dreams. The more of us putting our heads together, the better. Perhaps I shall send off an email now.
Kris has to come first. Emily is no more. I am merely a vessel for my Slayer. What I feel, and what I think, do not matter.
( Email to William and Matthew )
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